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© jeremiah johnson
- a friend to me.
Need to put this somewhere where I can hold on to it.
| (Names have been altered slightly, just in case.) | |
| Josie: | I have a new crusshhhhh |
| Matt: | Me too! On a boy! |
| Pearl: | You're a boy with a crush on a boy? |
| Matt: | Yeah he's really cute. |
| Pearl: | Oh. |
| (pause for a bit) | |
| Matt: | Boys can like boys. I just can't marry him because boys can't marry boys. |
| Me: | Yeah they can. You can marry whoever you want. |
| Matt: | Really? |
| Josie: | YEAH my tia has a wife so now I have a titi and a auntie. |
| Matt: | Okay. Then maybe I'll marry him. |
| Dave: | (from across the room) No you can't you're seven. |
| (Age was apparently the only foreseeable problem anyone of my elementary schoolers could see with gay marriage. I almost cried out of happiness. Later, when I was asked if boys could kiss anyone they wanted, I replied "only if they want to kiss you back." And Josie responded "Yeah! Your body your life.") | |
| My students are the shit. |
I just got birthday packages from my sister (yay!) and they’re addressed in her writing but my name is spelt wrong.
This makes no sense. I can’t even call her up to thank her and mock her because she’s abroad.
I’m so confused.